The things we do!

Presently he had occasion to go on 'Change, or elsewhere, to
confer with brother-capitalists, and in Cornhill behold he meets his
uncle, Colonel Newcome, riding towards the India House, a groom behind
him.
The Colonel springs off his horse, and Barnes greets him in the blandest
manner. "Have you any news for me, Barnes?" cries the officer.
"The accounts from Calcutta are remarkably good. That cotton is of
admirable quality really. Mr. Briggs, of our house, who knows cotton as
well as any man in England, says----"
"It's not the cotton, my dear Sir Barnes," cries the other.
"The bills are perfectly good; there is no sort of difficulty about them.
Our house will take half a million of 'em, if----"
"You are talking of bills, and I am thinking of poor Clive," the Colonel
interposes. "I wish you could give me good news for him, Barnes."
"I wish I could. I heartily trust that I may some day. My good wishes you
know are enlisted in your son's behalf," cries Barnes, gallantly.


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